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"You make it sound like a pleasure. Kicking him."
"Do I? Perhaps I should not. After all, a computer could not possibly do
right or wrong, or experience good or evil in the human sense; it would have no
background for it-no rearing, if you please. Mama Wyoh told me that Mike's human
behavior was by imitation-he had endless role models; he read everything,
including fiction. But his only real emotion, all his own, was deep loneliness
and a great longing for companionship. That's what our revolution was to Mike:
companionship ... play ... a game that won him attentionrfrom Prof and Wyoh and
especially Mannie. Richard, if a machine can have emotions, that computer loved
my Papa Mannie. Well, sir?"
I was tempted to say nonsense or something even less polite. "Hazel, you
are demanding bald truth from me-and it will hurt your feelings. It sounds like
fiction to me. If not your fiction, then that of your foster mother, Wyoming
Knott." I added, "Sweetheart, are we going out to attend to our chores? Or are
we going to spend all day talking about a theory on which neither of us has any
evidence?"
"I'm dressed and ready to go, dear. Just one little bit more and I'll shut
up. You find this story unbelievable."
"Yes, I do." I said it as flatly as possible.
"What part of it is unbelievable?"
"All of it."
'Truly? Or is the sticking point the idea that a computer can be
self-aware? If you accept that, does the rest of it become easier to swallow?"
(I tried to be honest
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